Dear Diary,

There's a fire inside that burns greater when I'm around him. Hotter and hotter until it reaches the center of my core. I want to purge myself of this beckoning heat that tells me I should just fling myself at him, but that wouldn't be ladylike at all. Only whores did things like that. 

Looking back on my life, I realized I've never done anything all that "naughty". It's too far outside of my comfort zone. The men I dated had boring personalities which made things in the bedroom terribly dull. Sex was never satisfying. Fake orgasms were the only thing I learned and mastered from the monotonous activity. 

Hell, I don't even own a vibrator like the rest of my girlfriends. All I have are my favorite two fingers, but I don't need anything or anyone else to give my body the electrifying pleasure I deserve.

Hm. Maybe I'm the boring one. 

Ever since I met him, however, my thoughts have grown quite impure. All I can think about is his large hand clamped around my saturated sex. Perhaps, even a finger or two could slip into my velvet entrance and explore me deep and well. He'd toy with me until finally finding my G-spot, and then rub my tender walls until I keeled over in a fantastic orgasm. 

Oh, dear. Fantasizing about such delicious sin made me wet. 

His name is Kyle. His last name is irrelevant. In all honesty, I don't know it. 

I saw him earlier today flirting with the corner store whore who works behind the cash register. There were a few grocery items I knew the corner store kept stock of, so I'd gone there instead of a proper market. Seeing the two share sexual tension not only made me envious, but it lit my core in an unusual way. If the cash register wasn't between them, I bet they'd fuck right then and there for everyone to see. 

Though, I wouldn't mind witnessing a live fucking. Whenever I watch porn, I prefer webcam videos because they feel more authentic. Watching real people go at it easily skyrockets my libido.

After Kyle left the store, I wondered if the corner store whore's panties were soaked like mine. Stepping up to the register, I examined her flushed features and greeted her with a civil smile. Her shit-brown eyes didn't compare to my fluorescent blues, and her skin color was a bit uneven from a fake tan she must've gotten some weeks ago. Unlike her, my beige skin was naturally kissed by the sun. The only honest compliment I could offer was how gorgeous her glossy auburn hair looked cascading over her slender shoulders. Although, I still favored my wavy caramel locks. 

While the corner store whore scanned my grocery items, my imagination ran wild. I imagined a king-sized bed with crisp white sheets and large fluffed pillows. A dim red light illuminated the room, providing an erotic atmosphere. 

Lying on the firm mattress on her back was the corner store whore, completely nude, gripping onto both sides of the pillow beneath her head. Her moans filled the room whenever she arched her back from the quick strokes of my tongue on her delicate ball of nerves. My face was buried in-between her thighs, inhaling her sex as I ate her shaven pussy with vigor. The little minx kept trying to close her legs so I had to force them apart with my hands pushed against her inner thighs. 

Kneeling behind me was Kyle with his cock buried deep inside me; his hands were gripping my hips and his eyes were fixated on my ass. My cheeks rippled every time he slammed his hips into them. His enormous cock stretched me entirely and it felt amazing. 

I'd force the corner store whore to orgasm first by sticking my favorite two fingers into her sopping pussy. I didn’t mind sharing my fingers in this instance. I’d eagerly stroke her G-spot while lapping at her swollen clit. Watching her squirm boosted my sensitivity, allowing me to orgasm next from the rapid and powerful thrusting of the man behind me. The muscles inside me tightened around his cock to add that extra bit of pleasure so that he, too, could climax just as intensely. He'd fill me up with every last drop of his thick and milky essence. 

My fantasy was interrupted when the corner store whore spoke. I'd almost forgotten I was paying for simple grocery items. I promised myself I'd fulfill my lustful craving once I returned home...alone.

Let me tell you, diary, that I made myself orgasm at least ten times within the last hour. I actually wished I owned a vibrator. Inviting a random man to just fuck me in order to satisfy this unique thirst had crossed my mind. Now that I think about it, my favorite two fingers won't be able to do me justice any longer...

I think I'll go visit the corner store whore again tomorrow. For some reason, I can't stop thinking about her, too.